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Steve Rowe Poetry

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These poems are my martial arts soul, each one is the result of a meditation.

They’re Not Your Friends….
The Present Is A Present
Liar, Liar Your Pants Are On Fire
Old Man On A Bench
Winter
 Sun
Like Waves On The Sea
I Can Beat The Buddha In A Fight!
Letting Go…
Inside Out
I See You
Mass Slaughter
A Walk In The Woods
The Eyes Of The Dead
A Golden Cage Is Still A Cage
The Softest Touch
A Different Tao
I’m Only Visiting
Snatching Defeat From The Jaws Of Victory
A Door Inside
A Past Life
Losing The Way
Heaven Or Hell
Zombie Or Alive
DoThe Dead Speak?
It’s A Kind Of Magic
Death In Battle..
The Training Bank
Stick A Needle In Your Eye…
A Black Belt…
Internal Or External?
The Stopped Breath…
My Immortal Soul
Inside Out…
Blind Assumptions…
Blood On Wood…

Bullying….
The Yin Factor
Martial Arts Are Defensive
Life’s Not Fair…
The Aliens have Landed!
Magpies and Monkeys
Looking Back Down Our Eyes..
Who Do You Train For?
You Can’t Stop Growing Old…
Armed Or Unarmed?
Bringing Zombies To Life
The Peng Balloon
Kata A Waste Of Time?
Like A Never Ending Circle…
Putting The Egg In The Eggcup
The Deepest Door..
Direct Transmission…
Eating Bitter..
Death Is A Warm Blanket…
Dealing With Fear
Are You A Fattist?
The Happy Button…
The Learning Process
What Happened?
Seeing With Clarity
It’s Yesterday No More
Diversity and Compassion…
The Beast That Lurks Within
You’ll Have To Kill Me…
3 Essentials To Enlightenment
Taking Or Giving?
It’s Not What You Do
Why Me?
Learning Friendship..
The Secret Of Internal Power

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How To Change The World

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We live in a reductionist society.  We are reliant on the few for everything we do and have. Our jobs, our income, our media, our entertainment, our religion and spirituality, everything is very carefully controlled.

We are encouraged to look outside, to aspire to external beauty, good jobs, good houses, money and these are all held like carrots for a stupid donkey. Even our religion is politically controlled and run. Our elections are like turkeys voting for Christmas.

We are never encouraged to look inside and explore the bigger inner universe, to challenge every bit of information that is fed to us.  Thinking for yourself is only encouraged as long as it conforms what the top echelons want. When we REALLy start to fundamentally challenge the structure of society we are classed as fools and conspiracy theorists.

Yet we are an integral part of our universe, we can be educated to communicate and harmonise with it as opposed to attempting the impossible task of ‘conquering’ it – not realising that when we do it will bring our own demise. We are like lemmings running toward the edge of the cliff.

Looking inwards is the key. Developing critical thinking, emotional intelligence and the lost arts of wordless language, intuition and empathy are the answer.  We cannot change the top echelon of our hierarchical structure and their dictatorial ways without changing the will the people and we cannot do that by pressurising and bullying them, revolution will only change the bullies.

The journey inwards is the answer, stillness and introspection are self education and cannot be stopped. If you want to change the world this is the way.  When every person is able to think for themselves, find that necessary empathy and intuition, the world will change itself.

No more greed, hate, violence and anger because weakness, fear, distraction and apathy will be gone and challenged every time it appears.

Steve Rowe

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They’re Not Your Friends….

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They’re Not Your Friends….

Those thousands of voyeurs you have on social media;
The people that appear to be friends all the time they get what they want from you;
Using you as a stepping stone to climb the social ladder;
They’re not your friends;
They will stick a knife in your back as soon as it suits them.

Your friends are always there;
Whether they agree with you or not;
Even if being friends with you harms their ‘social standing’;
They support you in the hard times;
Phone you when there’s no reason;
Send you jokes they know you’ll find funny.

Friends don’t need reminding that they are friends;
They are always just one call away;
Their help is never conditional;
Never an inconvenience;
They always know it’s mutual.

Martial Arts students and peers become friends;
They sweat together,
Bleed together,
Cry together,
Laugh together,
Forging memories from the fires of hell.

A martial artist has 2 families;
Both made in blood;
Shallow people will never understand this;
If you think everyone is a deceiver;
Maybe you should look at yourself?

There are diamonds on that beach of pebbles;
What you give you shall receive;
If you can stick to your guns;
Follow the ‘way’ assiduously and with honesty;
Others will recognise you soul to soul.

And they will become your true friends.

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Doorstep Zen

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Doorstep Zen

This is my Dojo (place of learning the ‘way’) doorstep, as you enter you bow, as you bow you look down and this is what you see.

‘Shi’ means ‘warrior’ but more in the sense of ‘cultivated person’.

‘Kon’ means ‘spirit/heart’.

‘Budo’ means ‘to stop the spear’ or peacemaker.

‘Kan’ means ‘place/clubhouse’.

So, ‘the place of the peacemaker with a warrior spirit’….

As you enter the Dojo the doorstep reminds you to leave the past and and future behind and become fully immersed and engaged in the present. The bow is an act of  mental cleansing, reminding you to respect yourself, your Dojo, your fellow students and coaches.

The self ceases to exist as you work on your emotional intelligence to develop patience, kindness, tolerance, compassion, resolve, courage and determination working as a team with coaches and fellow students to bring conflict to harmony.

Peace is earned. In this chaotic world it requires a warrior’s spirit and skill to ‘stop the spear’ without making violence worse.

That’s why we have reminders everywhere in the Dojo beginning as you enter the ‘place of learning way’….

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The Present Is A Present

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The Present Is A Present

You cannot get into the future.
You cannot get into the past.
You cannot get out of the present.

Therefore time as we know it doesn’t really exist.
There is only the present.
The present does not pass through time;
Time passes through the present.

It’s important to understand this;
Guilt from what you think is the past, taints the present;
Worrying about what you think is the future also taints the present;
There is only the present.

It is all one.
It’s called the ‘present’ because that is what it is;
A gift for you to engage with;
Untainted, you can enjoy it fully.

And time takes care of itself.

 

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Liar, Liar Your Pants Are On Fire

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Liar, Liar Your Pants Are On Fire

I’m looking for truth;
I hate being manipulated;
When I meditate,
I discover who I am,
And what I really think.

Everything around me is a lie;
Every lie wants to be a part of me;
And take over my soul;
Each one manipulates me;
And tries to determine how I think.

Religion is a lie.
Nationality is lie.
They don’t exist;
They are made up by people;
And yet we are expected to fight to the death over them.

Money is not real;
Only numbers on a spreadsheet;
Yet because of it people starve to death;
Get sick and die;
Are homeless and live in poverty;
Whilst others accumulate everything.

We are expected to buy into everything;
The billionaire one percent,
Tell the millionaire politicians,
To tell us what to think and who to hate;
Are we really that stupid?

The corporate media tell us what to desire;
How we should look,
Who and what to hate;
And try to structure our thinking;
Keep moving, keep desiring;
DON’T STOP AND THINK!!!

The corporate film makers create universes,
Marvel, DC, Star Wars, the more lies the better;
DON’T LOOK AT REALITY!!!
DON’T LOOK AT THE NAKED EMPEROR!!!
THERE IS NO TRUTH!!!
Keep giving us your money…

Liar, liar, your pants are on fire;
Everything is burning;
Everything is impermanent;
We are all one – animate and inanimate;
There IS another way;

All you have to do is to be still;
Apply critical thinking;
See through the lies;
Find your true self;
And live from the inside out.

 

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My Body Is Like My Dog

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My dog is my old friend, when we were young we used to run around and wrestle and for 13 years where ever I’ve been he’s been there with me, at my feet or on my lap. Now his doddery old legs barely carry him and his arthritis and old injuries are a constant nag and need medication but our intertwined lives means that we are still the best of friends and know each others thoughts and emotions.

My body is my oldest friend, for 68 years it’s carried me through 50 years of martial arts and every sensual pleasure and trauma that’s beset me. Now I treat it the same as my old dog, I talk to it every day and the constant pain reminds me of everything we’ve done, the many scars, the arthritic legs and shoulders only cement our long term friendship and remind me of the great life we’ve had together. I couldn’t have done it without him.

Like my dog, I love it and take care of it.

Never punish or hate your oldest friend because it hurts and doesn’t work so well, if you do, you only make yourself suffer….

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